Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1887-06-08
ALPENA WEEKLY ARGUS.
MISCELLANEOUS.
e AND SHE.

The markets down, vow,
And Ill lose an even thou
] II they don't come up again this very morning
| I've put all my little pile
/ Where I thought II well worth while
And now the things collapsng without warn
Ing
Oh, a fellows life Is hard
When he holds trumping card
Or thinks he does-and finds It's not the right
When Dame Fortune shows her hand
Then he can understand
That his brain is, after all no very bright ohol
I think us only human
! To wish Go be woman
! And he rid OF mems perrlcNinF business cares
There's my wife az homo this minute,
| She can't guess what troubles In N,
| Or see the use Of having bulls and bears
While am fretting here,
FILLED with anxious dread ana fear,
shes no doubt all happy quiet and content
sitting In her rocking chair
with some knitting light as air,
| over which her little curly head Is bontl
And when go home tonight
She'll not guess my anxious plight,
| Nor how all day I've lived In constant drcadi
! And she'll look nj me and say,
In her own peculiar WY;
| "I've worked oday till I'm almost ocadl
But no sympathy RI get
Nor shall dare 10 fret
Though I'll mention that I've had an anxious
day;
She will ten 10 one, look up,
With n smile across her cup,
| AS she pours her tea and my care du tdH
She don't know how well she's on,
| Or she wouldn't sit and soon
AZ everything l tell her in that styles
What's n little house to keep
fcould do IL in my sleep
wish we could change places for awhilel
Why, my wife could never tell,
II she lived TO he as-well,
As old as old Methuselah, the healthy,
What awful business cares
Come because OF bulls and bears,
And because l would becomo-for her sake
wealthy
I've swept out every room
With this poor old patient broom
And I've yet a hundred thousand things TO do;
There's n custard pie 10 make,
And pan OF rusk TO bake
And chicken must pick TO make stew.
There's the wash TO sprinkle down
must mend that ragged gown
Before try TO iron II TO morrow.
Then there's worn out socks to darn
(As I've used up all my yarn
I'll have TO scour the neighborhood and borrow.
The silver should be rubbed,
And the china closet scrubbed
Not TO mention hopping up the kitchen hoor;
And what's no little thing,
There are hods OF coal TO bring
half dozen times a day or morel
Oh wish was a man,
Or could do as husbands can,
Just get up and leave the premises in peace!
How a tired woman wishes
She could start and leave the dishes
And have no dread OF sloppy suds or grease!
In their cosy office chairs,
Free from all the frets and cares
That assail a poor housekeepers every minute
How can men know the woes,
Or the agoniZing throes,
or womans life or half the worries In III
I'm sure I've walked as far
As the Sandwich Islands arc,
While parading tween the pantry and the sink
And have a crazy notion
That for pure perpetual motion
can beat the toughest skater ut the rink
And II all is very well
For gentleman TO tell
When he comes home to his supper in the dusk
That he's had trying day.
While he sips cafe an tdu,
Or eats an unappreciated rusk!
Oh, to have an easy chair
In quiet office where
| There is no heated kitchen air TO smother;
What tired woman wouldn't
| DO what she knows she couldn't
Exchange her state for that OF man and brother
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